Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.